My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 592 Every step leaves a trace
That's one million.

One million in cash in 1986 was comparable to a multi-millionaire's fortune later on; it could buy several courtyard houses of varying sizes in Beijing.

Needless to say, Zhang Lanzhi was determined to go abroad and kept her promise by spending 200,000 yuan.

Xiaodie's mother can just consider this 400,000 yuan as her own money, it doesn't matter.

As for Old Madam Shi, she probably wanted Wei Dong to settle the karmic ties between their two lifetimes.

Compared to this, throwing away 20 million US dollars is nothing to Rang Weidong.

These words were originally meant to be said privately, behind someone's back.

Only Xiaodie listened from the side.

So I have a clear conscience: "That's because of our previous work in Shangzhou. There's nothing inappropriate about it. If you don't believe me, ask Miss Qin. If you want to go abroad, you can go study anytime, right?"

Yu Xiaoqiu has been involved in all matters related to the TV station for the past two years, so she certainly understands Wei Dong's importance: "Why don't you go abroad to study?"

Wei Dong was both amused and exasperated: "What is the purpose of studying abroad? It's to learn things. Just like going to university is to learn more work skills and master learning skills. I already have work skills and learning skills, so why waste time? As for the scenery abroad, can't I travel anytime I make money? Hurry up and mind your own business and stop wasting time."

Yu Meiren said plaintively, "I came here to talk to you about this. I don't want to go to university anymore. What the school teaches is completely useless. I've learned much more from shooting commercials and working on TV. I also want to seize the time to have my own career like Miss Qin."

This left the straight man utterly bewildered: "What you said makes some sense. At your level, having a diploma isn't important. Dropping out of school to work isn't entirely impossible. Talk to your parents, why are you talking to me?"

Pingjing's family of performers still has confidence: "Dropping out of school is nothing, but you will definitely ask what I want to do after dropping out. I am twenty years old now, and I don't want to go to the film crew. I can't get any training by working with my aunt. I want to come and work with you. I want to learn from Miss Qin and be able to stand on my own."

Wei Dong dared to sneer to his face: "She's a Hong Kong businesswoman, you can't learn from her. Just like your Beijing residency, it's an identity that others can't even imagine. You have to play to your own strengths, why try to learn from her?"

He had initially agreed, but then added an unnecessary refusal: "Besides, you're too beautiful. What would it look like if you followed me? I'd rather you two stay far away and find a chance to take that Qin guy away!"

Yu Xiaoqiu immediately picked up on two key points: "Hehe, isn't being pretty a good thing? I've done a pretty good job assisting you these past two years, haven't I? I thought Miss Qin was dating you."

Perhaps the pretty girl was familiar with the dynamics between men and women from a young age, which made Wei Dong unaware that he was being tricked into revealing information.

However, he never hid anything: "What's the point of dating? My wife is heavily pregnant and about to give birth, and I'm also busy with work and taking care of my daughter. People who don't know the situation will definitely think I'm immoral. What would it look like if I brought you along? Go back home. You'll have plenty of opportunities in Beijing."

Yu Xiaoqiu has her own opinion: "I've always been annoyed by people saying that I rely on my family connections since I was a child. Now I'm especially annoyed by those who always rely on their parents. I like to work with you guys and start from scratch. That's very manly. Or I can take over your business in Pingjing."

Wei Dong finally laughed: "What business do I need to manage in Pingjing? The factory has a factory director, the construction site has a manager, and the advertising has your aunt. Do you intend to turn the tables and manage your aunt?"

Yu Xiaoqiu's facial features are indeed of the highest caliber, even more stunning than Qin Yuye's. However, she lacks a bit in terms of charm. But now, with a genuine smile, she is truly breathtakingly beautiful: "Yes, you have so many things to do in Pingjing. There needs to be someone to summarize everything for you. It's easy for things to go wrong if they are not connected. How long has it been since you contacted Shuanglu Factory? Have you been neglecting your visits to various ministries and TV stations? The night market at the Automobile Factory isn't as lively as it was when you were here. I know there are quite a few people who want to take over this job. Should I keep an eye on it for you?"

To be honest, Wei Dong doesn't really like to take charge of things in Beijing. At least in Shanghai, everything is geared towards commercial profit. Even if he's a bit profit-driven at times, he basically follows the rules and does things according to business logic.

Moreover, the connections he can now make in Pyeongkyung are incredibly powerful, and handing them over to an ambitious guy like Kim Tak-kyun would indeed cause endless trouble.

Yu Xiaoqiu's words were not wrong: "Actually, your aunt is more suitable for this job, but she is too good at using connections. I will just keep things as they are and not disturb the expansion. You can try to get familiar with the situation by connecting people, and I will see how things go when I get to Pingjing."

Even if someone is beautiful and pretty, they have achieved many successes, such as finding Wang Zhiwen and SOD. They are more down-to-earth and hardworking than some pretty butterflies who only rely on their looks.

Hearing this, Huanxin said, "I know you may have always thought that I'm just trying to get something out of you because I'm pretty. I also know that my aunt is a bit mercenary in some ways. But when I met you, you were just starting out. I felt that you were a rare kind of good older brother who didn't want anything from me and was worth following. So sometimes I think I wish I wasn't so pretty."

She was still being narcissistic, making Wei Dong not want to look at her sighing, beautiful face any longer. He and his daughter gave her sidelong glances, and Xiao Die couldn't help but grumble in her childish voice!

Wei Dong quickly and kindly persuaded his aunt not to use foul language.

Yu Xiaoqiu laughed heartily and kept teasing Xiaodie, while also bringing out all of Wei Dong's business relationships and ministerial connections in Beijing. She didn't write it down by hand; she had a very good memory. She said it was because she had practiced memorizing lines and scripts since she was a child, but she had indeed participated in various film and television performances since she was young, which had become tiresome.

I just want to get things done.

Qin Yuye only arrived now, and even took out his camera to take pictures: "You two had a great chat, didn't you?"

Yu Xiaoqiu immediately dropped the topic of work: "A Miss Shi came to Beijing to process her exit permits, and she said you know her!" Qin Yuye thought for a moment, then giggled and swayed: "Yes, yes, yes, she's kind of an ex-girlfriend. Although we probably didn't have much contact, it's said to be his first love when he was struggling?"

Wei Dong was furious: "You're the only one who's had a first love? Your whole family has had a first love!"

Originally a plot point set in a later era, Qin Yuye feigned surprise: "Am I your first love? I'm so honored! Oh dear, my first love was thirteen in my first year of middle school, I missed your time..."

Hey, you guys are joking, can you really push your limits like this?

Both of them are good-looking, which made Xiaodie furious, and she kept exclaiming "Holy crap!" while gesturing wildly.

The two cunning young ladies were even happier; any reaction was a good thing, and even exchanging words of anger was a sign of improvement.

But Wei Dong followed the direction his daughter pointed and saw two Mitsubishi SUVs driving in, kicking up dust. Old Fang is back?
He actually has a seemingly rough but meticulous work style. After the construction team arrived, he returned the borrowed car and usually just used the construction team's 212.

I never stayed at that five-star hotel, but I saw a yacht at the hotel's dock.

Qin Yuye glanced at it and recognized it as a Princess Yacht, a standard European imported luxury yacht. It looked only 32 feet long, but it was actually much more expensive than the 54-foot one in Jiangzhou, probably more than ten million Hong Kong dollars.

The hotel proudly states that the money was obtained by Lao Fang from foreign businessmen for VIP receptions, although he himself never boards the ship to use it.

Therefore, Wei Dong is also learning from Lao Fang's style of distancing himself and not being bothered by trivial matters.

Sure enough, the two SUVs stopped as they passed the construction site gate. Old Fang, with his sharp and precise eyes, got out of the car and looked at Rang Weidong and the other two across the road.

Damn, it gave Wei Dong the same feeling of being caught in class by the homeroom teacher.

He learned this from his experience as a security guard: if you honestly stand guard and patrol, you will never be seen by your superiors, but if you slack off, you will definitely be caught.

I had no choice but to carry my baby across the street, and I also had to be careful to shield the child from the sun and dust.

The newly developed construction area is dusty everywhere, especially in the tropical region where the temperature is high and the sun is scorching every day. Fortunately, it is not so hot and humid by the sea.

Qin Yuye was about to follow when Jingniu reached out and grabbed him: "Don't interrupt us, we're talking business."

The Hong Kong girl glanced to the side and saw that each of them had their own traditions, but the two sisters from the county town who knew nothing about it had taken them all.

To avoid embarrassment, Wei Dong held up a large bunch of lychees for shade and gestured, "I was just out buying some fruit and snacks for the kids. Have you finished your diplomatic activities?"

Old Fang glanced at the two exceptionally good-looking men, and considering the child in their chests, he could indeed feel that "a young man who doesn't indulge in womanizing is a wasted youth": "You should be more mindful of your conduct. You're not a young man who can act recklessly anymore; so many people are watching."

This made Wei Dong even more frustrated, but he didn't argue: "Yes."

But Lao Fang probably felt that he was suppressing the enthusiasm of the young people, so he said, "I heard that you are not married yet. That woman in the floral dress must be the Hong Kong businesswoman. Hurry up and get the formalities done so that the investment promotion work here can start legitimately."

Wei Dong could only say that his daughter probably didn't understand what it meant to complete the procedures, and he didn't yell at her on the spot.

She quickly said, "Work is work: I really don't have any moral issues. We're just colleagues. In fact, even when I go back to the factory, they all try to set me up with potential partners. So, unless you're a fairy, you're not qualified to associate with me. Please don't take it to heart. My child's mother is in Jiangzhou."

Old Fang was unfazed: "It's common for men in Hong Kong to have multiple wives, and it's not a big deal that your investment promotion work requires it."

Wei Dong immediately said, "No, you're making it sound too real. I'm not like those people who are just trying to promote ethnic unity."

Old Fang's eyes sharpened again: "How did you get involved with Comrade Yu Songhai?"

Wei Dong was taken aback. He wasn't surprised that Lao Fang knew all his connections, but he was surprised by the way Lao Fang addressed him: "Lao Yu? He's a full-time reporter at the Chengdu branch of the Sunshine Daily. His hometown is in the Shangzhou area. He was the first person to interview me about my reform and innovation measures. Later, when I started working with cameras and organized a photo exhibition with Hebei film, it was all thanks to him that the newspaper supported and endorsed it."

Old Fang had to narrow his eyes: "Is it the film festival where Old Liu wrote the inscription?"

It's true that everything we do leaves a trace.

(End of this chapter)